Star****ers Inc.
Mozenrath smirked at the groups of women in the market who were fluttering over Aladdin.
"He's so handsome," "He's so brave," they said.
They were shallow people who couldn't make themselves remarkable if they were given detailed instructions on just how to do so. They would latch onto anyone who had any notable features and try desperately to draw attention to their pathetic little lives as if they had any worth at all.
He swept through the crowds, tripping as many of these groupies as he could. Worthless slime, you really wouldn't know a person of worth if they walked right in front of you, would you? He smirked; he had just proven himself right. They hadn't given him a second glance.
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